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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 3, 2011 22:23:06 GMT -5
She slapped his hand away from her chemise. "Don't tell me what to do," she huffed then sighed, closing her eyes as he ran his hands over her. She tugged her hem down but then gave up then laid down after being rid of her chemise. "And I don't hate you entirely but you are a rather annoying and arrogant arsehole when it suits you," she admitted then sighed and sat up. Her palm slowly went down his naked chest and then she lifted her gaze to him. "Tell me Aron...why haven't you married before?" she asked curiously as she gazed up at him, laying back in their bedfurs. She gathered some furs about her body then glanced up at him with a simple expression.
"Despite your lacking manners, your ability to rile my nerves, and that arrogance of yours, you do have good looks and you are the chieftain of your tribe...yet no wife...Seems strange," she mused thoughtfully, looking up at him.
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Moira sighed. "No...I am no one's sweetheart...Most men do not even see me. I wear plain clothes, my hair pulled back...my step at least two behind the woman that near on raised me. But it is not like that for me any longer. Sir Ranulf and Lady Aisling have decided to adopt me...even if I am eighteen but...by doing so, I can get a good husband...other than a butcher's son with blackened teeth who spits kn all directions. He is my only admirer." She sighed, taking a sip of her wine then turning to look at him. "You seem relieved to not be married Viking," she teased. "Surely a man your age would be married already with at least a child or two to take his name...or is it different for you Northmen?" she asked curiously as she took another sip of wine.
"I mean...you must be in your mid-twenties. Still sewing your wild oats?" she asked laughingly.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 4, 2011 10:12:06 GMT -5
He was quiet for a moment when he said. "I did have a wife..." Aron did not look as cheerful or arrogant as he said nothing else because she was dead now. It had been a short marriage but she had died at the hands of the Normans when he had been fifteen and she had only been thirteen at the time but despite it all, he had loved her and he could not forgive for all the death and destruction. He thought of Mary, his first wife for a moment since they had only been married for three months when the Normans had attacked. She had not been a virgin because she had been raped by her uncle and was with child, she had been cast from her home because of this and he had married her. Of course, his family had not been pleased but even before she had been raped... Aron had loved the sweet young girl who would pick flowers in the meadow.
Returning to reality, he looked to his second wife and said simply. "I don't like to talk of her..." And the subject was done in his own mind hoping that she would not press him for any further details because he had went near on a decade of trying to forget. Putting on a more arrogant look, he turned his body to her to pull her close. "Now... why don't we had a little lesson in not using our teeth?" He teased her knowing that she was going to hit him for saying such a thing.
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"Blackened teeth..." He chuckled knowing that this butcher's son who was supposely her only admirer would not be someone to be jealous of. "I've been too busy to be wed to some woman in my native country. I have been travelling for almost three years to the many kingdoms and so, to have children and a wife. Well, I suppose I would not make a very good father until I settle down in one location." He was not really a Prince since he was the bastard son of a King rather than the legitimate son but he had been given land by his father. "I suppose that I have not found a woman to melt my icy northern heart." He said to her with a little smirk on his features as he was watching her with interest.
"It seems that I am not the only one who can see how beautiful you are this evening." He looked around before drinking the ale. "I do believe you have more admirers when simply a butcher's son."
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 4, 2011 11:52:28 GMT -5
"You are an arse," she said with a shove but deciced she could get her pleasure. He was her husband so she might as well enjoy herself in his arms. For what was done was done Nd here was no changing it. He was her husband in all ways and as a catholic she knew the only way she could get out of this marriage was his death and she wasn't going to kill him. So kissing him she let his comment slide and though her curiousity was peaked about his first young wife she would say nothing because it was obviously a painful subject for him.
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Smirking, Moira shrugged. They are the same ones that snubbed me before I put on this pretty dress. I am still the same girl I was a day ago so as far as I am concerned they can just let me alone." she sighed and took another sip of her wine. Her gaze travellled back to him. "I am not so beautiful. It's just the town. And as for you finding the woman you are meant to marry, mayhap you are just not looking hard enough. She finished her wine hen sat the cup down. "If you will excuse me," she said simply then smiled softly and walked to the end of the hall to tAke Brenna about for a bit of dancing ignoring the superficial men that were gazing at her like they never had before.
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Annora had given birth to their daughter the night before and was busy tending to her feeding and laying with her husband when the door to their bedchamber opened. Fionn had been gone a little over two weeks now and probably just reaching her Norman husband's home. Probably already married when the man entered, ahe jumped hastily covering herself and frowning as the man bowed.
"Forgive me milady but a Celtic messenger is downstairs and told me to inform you that lady fionn and her party were attacked and now the lady fionn is we'd to the Celtic chieftain Aron. It's a six day journey from here. Just across the waters that lead to Normandy territory in Briton. The Normans have been put to ransom inclusing lord edwin's mother."
Annora looked horrified then glanced at her husband. "Oh heaven she murmered.
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Fionn slipped into the hut holding the Norman captives being held for ransom to help with the feeding. A lot of the women were able to roam now and only Lord Edwin's mother Kate and two other women considered flight risks were still held inside. Kate looked at her with a glare but she ignores the glances as she filled a bowl with stew.
"So you are his whore now. For a week," Kate spat and Fionn lifted her gaze.
"I am not his whore milady. I am his wife." she started to refill her water then gasped when Kate slapped her. Fionn looked up with a glare but also a shocked expression upon her face.
"You are his whore...and it is glad I am that you did not marry my son for spreading your whore legs so easily," she spat. Fionn looked at her.
"If that is your opinion milady," she said then stood and left the hut as the other women were tended too. Biting her bottom lip, she sighed and shook her head then slid her fingers throughher hair and went toward Chloe's hut to help make poultices and elixirs. Enetering ahe sighed. "Chloe," she greeted less than happily as she sank down to start chopping some roots for Chloe's stores.
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Moira sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she tried ignoring the young man on her tail. He was annoying the living he'll out of her. "Let me alone," she told him then gasped when he turned her slamming her back against a tree trunk. She gasped. "get off!" she exclaimed.
"Why should I? You are a maid after all. Just a bitch honking herself to high for my attention?" he growled out. "You are just a slave. A favored slave to Lady Aisling and hr husband. You want a hifhborn hsband but all you are good for is a good tupping," he spat. She gasped and slapped him fighting him off as he began to try and push her to the ground and then she kneed hsi groin beginning to scramble and run through the trees with him hot on her heels. He was catching up quickly and as she glanced back her body slammed into a block of hard muscle. She gasped and looked up seeing Baldr and turned just as Her pursuer came upon them. He stopped short and frowned. "Hands off Viking. That is my whore you are pawing."
Moira glared. "He is not pawing me and I am no man's whore so you had best leave," she gasped out. He sneered and looked to Baldr.
"Leave off of her Viking bastard. I was just about to fuck her before you came along," he snarled.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 4, 2011 14:40:13 GMT -5
He had been watching his wife feed their new baby daughter with a loving look in his eyes as he brushed her hair from her face. However, it was all distrupted when one of his men came rushing into the room and bowed to him as he frowned deeply. "What is the meaning of this?" However, when his oldest daughter's name was mentioned, Cormack froze as he listened to what the soldier had to say about Fionn. His fist curled into a ball as he was staring coldly into nothingness. How dare the Celtic filth attack his daughter's party and then she be forced to wed the chieftain? He shook with anger as he looked to the soldier and said. "Ready the troops, we will be going at once to bring her back." He did not look at Annora as he stood up being that he was in a state of undress.
The soldier come only nod at the direct order as he ran out of the room to do as he was told. Cormack had never been so upset in his life. Well, he had when Sir Hugh had hurt his wife and daughter but this. Well, this was not forgivable as he glanced at his wife. His son was at Lady Aisling and Sir Ranulf's keep and his other sons were too young to be in battle. "You know that I am to do this, love..." He whispered as he thought it best for her to stay with the children. "I will send word to Dermot, and I will go and see this chieftain and bring Fionn back." He growled as his fist hit the top of a table and his newest child started to cry.
His face softened as he went over the the babe and cooed in Gaelic. "Hush, ye wee flower... no harm will come to you." He said softly but in his heart, he feared for his daughter.
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Chloe looked up to see her new sister in law come in to help with the herbs and elixirs as she smiled. "Ah, you do not seem to be your usual chipper self... what has my stupid brother done this time?" She said with a slight smirk as her dark eyes looked back at the herbs that she was seperating for them to be dried and then boiled together in one of her pots in the hearth. Her husband was out hunting with the other men as the woman were working on the last minute preserving before the winter winds were to blow through the huts.
"Have you seen Eoghan?" She asked curiously wondering where her only son was, she was trying for a second child but with no luck, she just did not want to give up hope yet since she was still in her twenties.
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Pushing Moira behind him, Baldr winked at her as if to say that she was going to be alright with him around. "That is funny because the lady looks like she would rather kiss a toad then be tupped by a frog like you?" He smirked as he put a hand on the knife at his belt. "Is this the blackened teeth pig that you spoke of?" There was a part of him that was upset for some reason that this ass of a man would question her virtue. Baldr was quite sure from how the young lady acted that she was as pure as virgin snow but then, even if she was not... she atleast should have a choice in who she wanted in her bed.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 4, 2011 15:39:54 GMT -5
Annora looked at him. "You be safe," she whispered to him. "I don't want to be a widow," she told him then lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. She leaned up and kissed him slowly. "Finn, Darragh, myself and notre petite fille..." she said reverting to french because she was a little stressed out. She sat up and adjusted her gown, wincing as she held their daughter to her then looked at him. "I'll be fine and back on my feet by the time you return," she promised then took a deep breath, running her fingers through his hair.
"Be safe," she told him gently then looked at their daughter Tara, trying to soothe her.
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Fionn took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair then bit her bottom lip as she worked on the roots. "My former mother-in-law to be is the problem actually. In her eyes, I am a whore because I share my bed with your brother. I think she would rather I commit suicide then sleep with Aron. As cocky as he is, he is an excellent teacher in our hut," she admitted glancing at her then blushing. "I think she is just angry that I adapted to well...but...life has taught me tis better to go with the flow of things if it's not dangerous ahead and as much of an ass as Aron is, he is not one to hurt a woman....So why not be his wife...Edwin, a good man, but...he does not have the same magnetism...I guess...I don't know...It just made more sense to adapt...there is no sense in being angry and unhappy just because life did not go the way you planned. And I did not love Edwin...so it is no harm done. He can keep my dowry..." She shrugged then sighed.
"I must be chattering to much for your ears but no...I do not ken where Eoghan is. I think playing with a few of the village children. Or with Allison. She and I and a few other women are going to gather for wood," she said simply as she finished chopping those roots and started on some more.
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"Aye that's the one..." she huffed, glaring at the young man across from her. He snorted.
"She thinks she is some highborn lass when all she ever was was the daughter of a slave and whore. She is a slave too no matter the pretty dresses she be flittin' around in. A big huge slut too. No doubt she's let you have at her goods. She just thinks she's better than me now that she is gettin' adopted but she is a whore and a slut's daughter..." he sneered. Moira glared at him and shook her head.
"My mother was no whore and neither am I..." she told him.
He chuckled then looked at Baldr. "Hand her over to me Viking..." he ordered.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 4, 2011 17:10:13 GMT -5
"Take care of the wee ones, my heart." He whispered as he kissed her before kissing Tara's forehead as he lifted himself up so that he could go and get his armor on to go to battle to have his daughter returned. He could only imagine what that bastard had done to her with his filthy hands.
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Listening to the younger woman, Chloe smiled. "Ah, I don't mind listening to your troubles..." After all, that was what women were good for each other and that was talking about things and listening. "Well, she is Norman and the women tend to have a strange way of thinking..." She really did not have much to say about her brother's performance in the bedchamber but she assumed if he was pleasing her then she would be with child soon as well as, she would not have to worry about slipping saffron into Fionn's food. "You are no whore since the two of you are wed... not in the eyes of the God they are believing in and so, they think that everything that we do is wrong."
She shook her head for a moment. "It's silly, you know... all the fighting but then, you know that our clan was attacked eleven years ago." She said quietly. "My grandfather was chieftain of the clan and most of the men and women died." Including some of her siblings, only the three of them had lived out of the eight. "Aron's wife died as well as our parents, grandparents, three brothers and two sisters... some of our cousins and friends were taken as slaves." The older woman sighed as she looked at her sister in law. "Aron was the one to try and rebuild the clan when he was only fifteen years old... it was rather hard for the first few years because we needed to find each other. I hid with Allison in the woods..." She informed Fionn.
Chloe gave a sad smile. "It is why many of us loathe the Normans because they were even more cruel then we have been..."
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He stared at the butcher's son who was much smaller than himself as he could not help but laugh. "Ah, I think not little man..." Baldr said simply. "For this one is my woman and so, if you think that I will be handing her over to some peasant..." He spat the last word out. "Then you are sadly mistaken... come siren... shall we take a walk and perhaps you can sing another ballad for me, hmmm?" He asked turning to the pretty young woman after having claimed her and yet, he did not regret it for a moment.
"Peasant, if you call my woman a slut or a whore once again... you will regret it..." He said finally.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 4, 2011 19:48:54 GMT -5
Glancing at her Fionn listened, hearing the story of her husband's first wife. "Well...not all Normans are terrible. I used to think that. My stepmother Annora, she is Norman. I gave her hell when my father first married her. But she never told on me...then I tried to get her in trouble and got her burned a bit on her ankles...I was an idiot. She is perhaps one of the sweetest women I know...We all have our prejudice but not all Normans are like those that attacked this place, nor are all Celts good. It depends on a person. I was raised to believe that Celts were barbaric...but you seem as civil and sane as I am. People twist words and actions..." She shook her head. "And though I am catholic, I understand your perspective of thinking with your gods and spirits...But besides a difference in religion, you are just as human as I am...so why hold it against you? Though, when my father hear's word of this..." She shook her head. "God knows how that will end up panning out. Father's going to be very angry, battle worthy...so I'll just have to smooth that over when he arrives."
She finished chopping and then wiped her hands on her apron that she had tied about her waist and then started to crush up willow bark which was good with easing pain. She glanced at Chloe. "How long have you been a healer Chloe?" she asked curiously.
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The young man looked surprise. "Your woman...? So you have been fucking her...huh..." He gave a chuckle then took a deep breath. "Fine...I never do like any man's sloppy seconds," he said, in an almost cowardly way. Then he quickly left the scene. Moira took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The relief so sudden that it nearly made her faint but she didn't. "Thank you Baldr," she said in perfect Norwegian then looked at him and bit her bottom lip then looked down, blushing profusely. "I never slept with him," she said softly.
She looked down and swallowed hard then ran her fingers through her hair. "Damn it..." she sighed then slid her fingers through her hair and sank to her knees, trying to keep herself from fainting.
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 4, 2011 20:22:41 GMT -5
Chloe had to think for a moment. "When I was a young girl, my grandmother and mother taught me because I had a talent for it." She smiled as she thought of how her other sister, Diana did not have the talent for it but instead had been musical along with their youngest sister, Moira who had had the voice of an angel. Thinking of the two dead sisters made her sad as she went on with her story. "Diana was twelve at the time but she had been more interested in playing the harp while my youngest sister, Moira would sing. She had a rare talent... but me and Allison, can't sing a note." She chuckled knowing that she had a terrible voice for song but she could whistle and hum. "Anyways, both of them taught me everything I know... as well as the old wise woman who was here... Maggie, I learnt alot from her."
Chloe had the talent for being a healer and yet, Allison was more of an organized sort of woman who could rally the others together when it was need, she had some knowledge of healing but not that much. "Allison has always been the tomboy of the girls... she keeps telling me that she never wants to marry but I think it is because one of the Norman soldiers... ah well..." She paused looking away remembering that she had been the one to bash the asshole on the head since he had been molesting her eight year old sister in the woods as she had tried to run away from the raids. "She doesn't trust men at all..." Chloe explained since Allison tried to be strong but she knew that her sister was still hurt because of would happened. It was only lucky that she had seen them in time before she had been raped.
"Anyways, enough with the old tales... we live a new life and we are doing quite well." She smiled as she looked to the door to see her son coming in with his cheeks flushed from the cold wind of the autumn. "You look chilled to the bone... come, the stew is almost ready for dinner... it is rabbit and your father should be back after dusk."
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He caught her as he stared wondering what had come over the young woman but then, he did suppose that the ugly son of a butcher would have forced her to do something that she did not want to do. "I know that you did not, my little siren... even with that seductive little voice of yours... I do not think that you would give something like that to anyone." He teased her as he went down on his knees. "Are you alright? Was the stench of him so terrible? Hmmm... I suppose it was, he did not look like he bathed in some time..." Baldr missed the hot springs of the Northlands, the one thing that vikings were despite what some said... they knew to be clean.
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Post by Raynesleigh on Dec 4, 2011 21:55:20 GMT -5
Fionn could sympathize with that aspect when Chloe mentioned the Norman soldier and Allison. Of course, Fionn had been twelve, not eight, so maybe there was a difference. she wasn't sure. She smiled at Eoghan when he entered and gave him a hug before storing what she had done. "I best get back to my own hut and do what's needed their. I'll see you tomorrow," she promised Chloe with a smile then left her sister-in-law's hut and walked to the hut she shared with Aron then set to work finishing the small pot of stew that was heating over the fire. She had even managed to make some bread so that would make for a fine supper.
After stirring and adding a little bit more herbs, she straightened up the hut then sank down on their bedfurs and began to work on another dress. She had four now and only needed a couple of more so she could alternate between them so they did not wear out to quickly.
She was humming softly when she heard the crunch of footsteps and lifted her head to the door, watching as it opened and he entered just as the sun was close to setting. "Did you have a good hunt?" she asked curiously, being amiable. after all, she did have to live with him. Her manner had improved with him a good bit over the past week and she knew part of it was because of the excellent lovemaking he provided her. She stopped sewing and folded up her partial gown then got up, walking to the pot and fixing him a bowl of it, slicing some bread and handing it to him as well. Guessing he must be cold and knowing the hot food would definitely warm him.
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She gave a soft laugh then lifted her head and gazed at him, a smile touching her lips. She sighed and shook her head. "I...I'm fine...It's not the first time that's happened...normally when he sees Joseph he backs off...or Sir Ranulf...he got to close this time...His pride is hurt because I reject him...is all..." She swallowed and cleared her throat. "And he doesn't know anything about my mother...she was no whore...She used to sing to me...and she was such a good healer...I have not seen her since I was five. She was sold to a Norman family and I was sold to Lady Aisling and her husband...of the time...I just came to close that time...to him..." she shuddered. "I'm sorry...thank you for intervening on my behalf Baldr," she said as she did not know his official title since he was not a prince but a bastard son of one. She swallowed hard. It had given her butterflies when he had called her his but she new that was just a fantasy because she was not his. Though part of her did not think it to terrible an idea. He was a decent man but he had said himself he was not ready to settle down.
So she had to stop her fanciful notions. Even if, to her, he was like her personal knight in shining armor and veritable prince charming. "If you had not been out and about now...I doubt I would of made it back to the keep in time."
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Post by anjelrocker on Dec 5, 2011 21:13:52 GMT -5
Seeing his new wife at the moment when he entered from the cold winds of the outside, Aron could not help but grin at the scene of domestic bliss as he nodded. "Aye, we got a deer and I brough you some rabbit..." He held up the dead animal for a moment before taking the bowl of stew and bread before cupping her warm cheek with his cold hand as he grinned knowing that it would be a shock to her pale skin. Chuckling, he sat down on a stool so he could eat the hot meal that she had made for him. "And how about you, Banshee... you weren't causing any trouble today... were you?" He asked feeling in a rather chipper mood despite the outside being so cold.
"The feast of the dead will be soon..." He mentioned looking up from his food since it was one of the most important days of the year. It was when they honoured their fallen and those who had died. "Samhain is said to be when the fae come to visit..." He explained to her wondering if the snow would come before that day. "I do believe that you call it O' Hallow's Eve..." He said to her since he knew that his wife was Christian and yet, he let her worship her own God in her own ways as long as she did not preach to the ones that did not want to be preached to like some priests tended to do.
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Baldr rolled his eyes and said simply to her. "He is an idiot..." Mentally adding that the boy was no competition for him. "I am sorry that you were taken away from your mother at such a young age." He said to her softly. "As for him... well, no thanks is needed... he is not a real man if he thinks that he can force a tupping on someone. Just because one is not a virgin, does not make them as terrible as a whore." He shrugged. "Not saying that I do not believe you but Vikings have a different view on such an act... I find you Christians to be prudes." He smirked.
"Never the less, if he thinks that he can touch you... I will break his nose..." He said quite seriously.
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